Thick Skulls Are In The Genes

The other day, my son came in from playing in the backyard. A few hours later he matter-of-factly told the Queen Mother, “I fell on my head.”

“Really,” she said. “When did you do that?”

“In the backyard. I was hanging from the monkey bars.” Said bars are horizontal bars, the kind you cross hand over hand, which stand about 6 feet high. The boy is two-foot and a half and a bit.

“How did that happen?” asked the Queen Mother.

“I was hanging by my feet… and I let go.”

“Did you cry?”

“Nah!” He said as he bounced off to play.

We’re just waiting for the day when we are sitting at the dinner table and he says nonchalantly, “I lopped off an arm today.”